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happier in the middle
#feral detective trio#not here for another love triangle#time space mean nothing the universe is collapsing killed about 1000 guys#and you're arguing about monogamy?????#tua#the umbrella academy#five x lila x diego#five x lila#diego x lila#lila pitts#diego hargreeves#five hargreeves#fivelila#liego#5ive x lila#ot3
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Imagine Five trying to do normal stuff...
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I would literally kill to have a scene where they're all fighting some Big Bad Villain and they gotta run away but Five's reached his limit so one of the other (maybe Diego or Luther) js grabs him by the back of his collar and books it like a kitten while Five js. Bluescreens
#tua#the umbrella academy#number five#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#yes this is me fueling my five is a feral cat agenda
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my type? Short and Feral
#chishiya shuntaro#seo changbin#kim hongjoong#five hargreeves#short and feral#i love short men#my type
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He’s so sassy here I love it 😍
The Umbrella Academy 3.08
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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...may I present the de-evolution of Number Five Hargreeves and his weapons:
Exhibit A: Bad-ass, feral, using whatever is within reach, not giving a shit about proper handling, a weapon is basically an extension of his body Five Hargreeves
Exhibit B: Cliche, cheesy cop-show character, follows all protocol and direct orders, no emotion, all out of ammo and all out of ideas Five Hargreeves
#sorry for the blurry pics but you get the idea#i will never get over this#this is not the same person#i refuse to believe it#five hargreeves#the umbrella academy#tua 4#tua
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I'm watching the umbrella academy (currently up to episode 8) and here's my thoughts on the hargreeves siblings thus far
Luther. He pisses me off. Just because you got first place in the number lineup does not mean you get to be intolerable. Also why is he a gorilla and why is he fucking his sister
Diego. I'll admit he annoyed me a little at first but I like him!!! He's got a good heart and some issues ofc but that's to be expected, and he's REALLY going through it at the moment. I think therapy and a nice long hug would do Diego alot of good
Allison. Idk like??? She could have some character development and I might like her IF SHE WASN'T FUCKING HER GORILLA BROTHER
Klaus. MY BELOVED!!! Literally my favorite character he is so silly and tortured <3 I love him so much also REGINALD PUT HIM IN A FUCKING CRYPT????? AS A CHILD? No wonder he's fucked up oml
Five. Grouchy ass old man my beloved. He's also kind of feral which I always enjoy in a character. He looks like he'd bite me and steal my coffee and I would soon be diagnosed with rabies after this encounter
Ben. I like him!! I don't know enough about him to have a HUGE opinion but he seems cool and I enjoy that he's Klaus's own personal moral compass. Also,, did the tentacles kill him (don't answer that)
Vanya. Also cool!! I like her and I think she'll be really interesting as yk the plot progresses and all! Plus her violin is dope as shit
In conclusion, the current favorite hargreeves sibling ranking from favorite to least favorite is: Klaus, Five, Diego, Vanya, Ben, Allison, Luther
#the umbrella academy#tua#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#vanya hargreeves#tua season 1
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i’m rewatching tua season 4 because i guess i once again need confirmation that it’s just as bad as i remember …
but ive been told im too negative about the season on more than one occasion so im going to be positive and name a bunch of things i like about each episode of the final season!! <3
warning: this post is decent sized lol
today we are tackling: episode 2
i do love the beginning montage of the siblings all being sick while simultaneously using their powers to improve their own daily agendas if only it featured more than just 3 of the siblings…?
i love five’s assistant twink and also how he’s called mr. five at the grand old age of 19 years old (i know he’s 64 but shut up)
lila’s eyeball lasers and the rubber ducky
luther being devastated over the place being “destroyed” even when it was a literal shithole to start off with
viktor finding his VOICE. viktor with CONFIDENCE. i love you viktor “ill kick your ass right now” hargreeves. king, you are 4 feet tall, but eat him tf up
“why is it cold” “the real question is, why would you touch it”
five slapping diego’s hand out of the way and him not even trying to fight it is so them and i love it
viktor actually attempting to kick ben’s ass (and as much as he looks like a feral little gremlin, i love it)
luther’s “DUDE! I LIVE HERE” he’s such a grumpus
also viktor’s little speech about him building a life for himself and it all being fucked over because of ben’s dumb ass
“i could’ve lost my job!” “did you?” “wh-” and five looking up at him with wide eyes and genuine curiosity. not the time king but thanks for asking
allison eating ben tf up and klaus supporting her
“i’m not going back to that old klaus. i like this klaus! hey, he collects coupons! he’s frugal, respectable, reliable, and most importantly, he’s a klaus that claire likes. and trusts and looks up to.” THIS IS SO SAD I LOVE HIM
diego pulling ben back to the couch by his hair is such brother behavior
i do love the wanda van. she’s truly iconic
will forever love that five gets the front seat because he’s the old man. if i were his sibling i wouldn’t even try to take it. shotgun is for the senior citizen
the gag about baby shark not being able to stop playing for the entire several-hour long road trip is pretty alright comedy-wise i guess although it would’ve been much funnier if baby shark wasn’t the main goddamn song in the entire season’s soundtrack
i will never shut up about how much i love the love-hate banter from all of the siblings. the actors did such an amazing job bringing the dysfunctional family back to life.
ben getting humbled in the diner was pretty satisfying. sparrow ben i’ve never been your biggest fan but you’ve grown on me
luther’s mention of sloane is so sweet if only she’d been mentioned more than twice
luther is generally adorable i love that man
viktor saying “phones work both ways, yknow” when allison said he didn’t call. i love how much confidence he’s found in himself this season, quite possibly one of the only characters who wasn’t horribly assassinated trait-wise
diego throwing the axes, i love him. also lila’s unimpressed reaction always gets me
klaus with the TAROT CARDS!!!!!! yes please i wish he’d used them more
i do actually like jennifer’s character. the truman-show town thing was so interesting even if it had relatively no effect on the plot for the rest of the season, it had potential but i love that jen matches ben’s freak in the sense that she is absolutely not afraid to call him out on his bullshit
old man five trying to blink :( so sad poor guy
also five immediately pretending to stretch when lila calls him out
once again i love lila and five’s reluctant alliance. why couldn’t they just continue being frenemies for the love of god
five noticing the singular guy looking at them and mentioning it to diego and lila and she says “maybe he likes you” STEVE BLACKMAN YOU COULD’VE PUT FIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE. STEVE BLACKMAN WE COULD’VE HAD A ROMANCE BETWEEN FIVE AND THE ELF STARING AT HIM AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER THAN FIVE X LILA. STEVE BLACKMAN WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME
ben defending jennifer awwwww
five’s subway station to different timelines will go down as being endlessly awesome if only it hadn’t been created solely so steve blackman could fulfill his own weird ass ideas
diego and lila once again trying to convince the other to let them save the day is a very often-overlooked sign of love that i refuse to ignore. they do it like 3 times in the show and it gets me every time
“i have laser eyes im more powerful than you!” “they’re not even working right now!” “they’re gonna work i feel it they’re gonna work!!!!” lila i love you you’re so cute
“I TOOK OUT THE TRASH” hey btw diego it’s not the time
ok but diego’s flip where he redirects all the bullets… idk how i completely forgot about that part (probably because i was busy thinking about all of the other things that i hated) but it was SO fucking awesome stfu
diego and lila collecting reindeer stuffies for the kids even while they’re fighting for their lives is still so adorable
klaus’ positive affirmations. klaus I LOVE YOU
klaus accidentally finding a fake jennifer is so on brand for him NVM HOW DID I FORGET THAT SHE LITERALLY SHOOTS KLAUS
i LOVE the part where luther’s shielding allison and viktor from the bullets. especially when viktor tears out of his grasp like a feral little gremlin and takes out half of the shooters
still don’t know what the hell allison’s power is???? is it the rumor thing except she only has to think it instead of saying it?!!? idk but it’s cool i guess just wish it was explained more!!!!!!
luther’s “i should’ve known, those sconces were too perfect” he’s all upset but i can’t help but smile he’s literally a 5 year old
the car flip is so fucking cool. the glass flying around the van around everybody is so good, the “carol of the bells” is so menacing and simple, five absolutely serving while everyone else is screaming and flinging around in the back
ALSO DIEGO’S ARM GOING OUT TO PROTECT FIVE. fuck i love them so much. STEVE BLACKMAN FUCK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO FIVE AND DIEGO
jennifer’s little “help me, ben” as she gets carried away is so tragic oh my god. and his little reach out to her as she’s taken. fuck
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, jean and gene are such phenomenal villains. nick offerman and megan mulally are phenomenal actors. christ on a cracker why couldn’t they have been utilized in a plot that was actually written well
and that’s the end of the episode! only positivity around here folks! :)
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just kidding here’s some of the tiny little things i caught that i don’t like / that make literally zero sense
luther screaming “no! no! no” when his monkey body is back (for some fucking reason???) is so heartbreaking the poor guy hated himself 💔
i love the whole subway station thing but how the hell did five accidentally blink into the station when he was just running but couldn’t when he was genuinely trying lmfao
it’s absolutely wild that five deadass blinked accidentally and then just hopped on the subway even though he was just running for his life. if the writers genuinely believed five wouldn’t have immediately returned to help his family and checked out the subway later then they need to be fired immediately. thanks
it will never not be funny to me that literally every single person in the town has a huge gun. was that much security really necessary 😭
the part where klaus dies and they give him marigold even though he stressed 100% that he didn’t want it makes me so sad. i get why they did it (he literally would’ve died if they hadn’t) but the panic in allison’s voice as she holds her dying brother and tries to figure out if it’s right to give it to him against his will is so heartbreaking
KLAUS’ “what did you do?” WHEN HE REALIZES HE’S GOT HIS POWERS BACK IM SOBBING
ok and that’s the end
the first couple of episodes weren’t too terrible in my opinion? so it’s understandable that i’d find plenty more things i liked than i disliked in this episode. also all the things i pointed out that i liked were tiny little details when most of the season’s flaws imo were huge arcs / plot points that span multiple episodes so they might not be as relevant in a post of this format !!
might do this when i watch the rest of the seasons to truly identify if i really am too hard on this season (i don’t believe i am considering how many much smarter people have also stressed the issues with this season but it was fun so i might do it anyways)
anyways thanks for reading goodbye
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Doctor Who
run, boy, run (the Umbrella Effect) by @ford-ye-fiji I Part 1-13 I Series Completed Crack Treated Seriously, AU - Fusion, Time Travel, Number Five | The Boy is So Done, Action/Adventure, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Two unlikely allies, familiar in more ways than they can imagine, join forces in a series of happy accidents. And then things get really complicated very fast.
The Walking Dead
From One Apocalypse to Another by y_oruko I Chapters: 33/? I Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF Five | The Boy, BAMF Rick, AU- Canon Divergence, Five has beef with almost everyone, Eventual Found Family, The Walking Dead Season 5
Five lost his siblings to the void of time when he recklessly tried bringing them all to travel back in time. It bit him in the ass and threw him into a world where apparently zombies were real. The universe sure loved to screw him over. Rick didn't know what to expect when he followed the priest into a church, but it's certainly not a homicidal teenager.
The Four Horsemen by @silverwolf3432 I Chapters: 24/30 I Five | The Boy/Original Female Character - Dolores, Whump, Original Character Death(s), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Torture
Instead of waiting 28 years, the Handler plucks a 15-year-old boy from the rubble of the Apocalypse and trains him to be a killer. So Five knows. He knows what it’s like to live through hell, to be broken down and made back up again, to be stripped of everything. He understands and he can relate to the torture Reginald Hargreeves put his siblings through after he disappears, even if they claim he never could. He knows because he went through it too. Because before he worked alone, there was Dolores. Because before he was the best, they were the best. Because before it was just Five, they were the Four Horsemen.
The Five Whistle by @i-logophile I Chapters: 1/1 I one shot Hurt Five | The Boy, Creepy The Handler, AU- Canon Divergence, Episode: s02e05 Valhalla
“What the hell was that?” Five tried to demand, but his breathlessness ruined the effect. The Handler grinned. “What? This little thing?” she asked, pulling a long, thin device from within the folds of her coat. “This is just a little something I had cooked up back at Headquarters just for you.” She twisted the end of the device. In response, the fabric of space released an unearthly howl of agony, making Five’s legs collapse beneath him. Then it stopped, and a shadow fell over him. “Now about that assignment,” The Handler said, gazing down at him with a predatory grin. – After the Hargreeves’ disaster of a family meeting, Five is still pacing the alley outside of Elliott’s when he’s confronted by The Handler. She presents her offer, but since it’s not his only option just yet, Five declines. However, The Handler isn’t so easily denied, and she decides to use a little something from the Commission to convince Five to rethink his decision.
The Lonely Lodger Inn by @i-logophile I Chapters: 1/1 I one shot Blood and Violence, Gore, BAMF Five | The Boy, Feral Five | The Boy, Episode: s02e07 Öga for Öga
"Ben, are you crazy?! We just watched Número Cinco go fucking apeshit on a room full of random people and—” “What if he had a good reason for it?” Ben interrupted, crossing his arms. “What if they were bad guys or something? Ever think of that?” Klaus scoffed. “‘Bad guys’? Really, Ben? We’re not thirteen anymore.” “Exactly, so use your brain, moron. Why would Five just go around murdering people in the ’60s?” “Oh, I don’t know, because he’s fucking psycho?! He’s probably all screwed up from time travel or something! Who knows what kind of shit—” “Klaus.” “What?” “He can hear you.” -- Or, what if the Board meeting was somewhere in Dallas, and one of Five’s siblings stumbled upon the massacre as it was taking place?
Crocodile Tears by @i-logophile I Chapters: 1/1 I one shot Five | The Boy Cries- but it’s “pretend”, Kidnapping, Drugging, Angst, hurt/some comfort, Post-Season/Series 02, The Commission. Number Five | The Boy Needs A Hug
A plan took shape in Five’s mind. It wasn’t one he particularly liked, and it would be unequivocally humiliating, but with the Commission coming and their powers shot to hell for the foreseeable future, Five couldn’t think of any other option. Didn’t change the fact that he despised crying. -- Five pretends to cry to get an enemy to lower their guard—emphasis on “pretend.” His siblings don’t catch on. After getting over their shock, they become unnecessarily distressed and proceed to flutter around Five like neurotic chickens. Oh, and some people die, but that was kind of the plan all along.
Can you hug me as I go? by maddienole I Chapters: 10/10 I Completed Five | The Boy Whump, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Flashbacks, AU- Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
What if the FBI captured Five instead of Vanya? 2x7 canon divergence.
Misfortunes with The Sea by @euoniatz I Chapters: 6/6 I Completed Dark Five | The Boy, BAMF Five | The Boy, AU - Canon Divergence, Number Six | Ben Hargreeves Lives - eventually, The Sparrow Academy, Hurt No Comfort, Whump
Five doesn’t hold back anymore, doesn't think he could limit himself again now even if he wanted to. His eyes glow, never to be denied again, and the space around him shifts as if someone is pinching and pulling reality by force. The Boy tries not to laugh, but he feels incredible on a level he has always, during the sad expanse of his life, thought impossible. * When the Hargreeves return from the 60s, Five is already at the end of his rope. He swears off killing, only to find their deceased father in the living room, disapproving as ever. Add six mediocre replacements and a ghost coming back to haunt them and you've got yourself a desperate time traveler whose grip on reality is slipping. Five is willing to sacrifice his own humanity for the sake of his siblings, but is his humanity really the most important thing he could lose? How much power can he afford to let loose before he loses control himself? Will his family even want him after everything is settled?
#tua five#fic rec#fanfic rec#ao3fic#five hargreeves#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves fanfiction#tua#tua fanfic
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@ariemfox here is the second song you requested!
A Boy Named Sue Two - Johnny Cash
listen here!
okay this might be a lyric by lyric breakdown....we'll see.
but first of all, take note of the rhyming/syllable fit of A Boy Named Two instead. because,,, yes.
basically, this song is rife with diego and reginald bitter father and son vibes ala I'm a Man (the use of that song for diego makes me go feral i love it sm)
so let's break it down, with my pretty bolded snippets of song:
But the meanest thing that my daddy ever did... he went and named me Sue Two
if there is any Hargreeves kid with more vocal disdain for the way Reginald chose to raise them, it would have to be Diego "My name is Number Two, you know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it." Hargreeves.
And I got a lot of laughs from a lots of folk Seems I had to fight my whole life through Some gal would giggle and I'd turn red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Two
now here, this isn't just directly about his name, but you can't tell me Diego didn't grow up constantly hyper aware and embarrassed over his stutter, his inferiority to Luther, his anything everything it all. Kid felt too much, and it all boiled over, again and again, in a house where survival came from restraint and obedience.
But I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen
Same here. Bottle it up and punch it out. What you can't get off your tongue, blades and fists will do just fine. Isn't it interesting how the guy with the ability to manipulate any trajectory decided to take up boxing? The sport without a projectile. Just you, your fists and whatever's going on inside your head.
The second half of the song really gives me vibes of the fight between Diego and Reginald from S2 (I'm A Man scene, my beloved)
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars I'd search the honky tonks and bars And kill that man that gave me that awful name
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad... Knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said, "My name is Sue Two, how do you do? Now you gonna die!"
Where Five kept his number and reclaimed it by turning it from a piece of data into a name, I think Diego would hold onto Number Two as righteous evidence. Doesn't matter the timeline, doesn't matter shit. His father looked at him and decided he was a tally mark, and he will always make that known. That a supposedly living, breathing man added him to a list of seven, and that it was his android mother who looked at him with her fiber optics and liquid retinas and said "You are my son, your name is Diego."
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear Then I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the walls and into the street Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
Well, I tell you, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
Another thing I love about the Reginald and Diego fight scene is 1) we finally get to see Reggie put his money where his mouth is for once and 2) that bitch fights just as dirty as the kids he hates. Olympian my ass. He has a baby knife (Deadpool would be pissed, that's his thing) and will hide it until the time is right.
And this song illustrates that so well too!! Unfortunately for Diego, sometimes your foil is your father and sometimes the blade you carry he carried first.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
It's that name that helped to make you strong"
Just some nice gaslighting. Feel free to apply it to "You were never just children, you were meant to save the world!"
But you ought to thank me, before I die For the gravel in ya gut and the spit in ya eye 'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue Two"
Reggie went to the grave and beyond and into other timelines thinking he was justified.
What could I do? Well, I got all choked up and I threw down my gun I called him my pa, and he called me his son Come away with a different point of view And I think about him, now and then
the end of the song, on its face doesn't apply to them at all. but, I can't help but think Diego wishes he could have had the ending of this song. In another life, with another father, perhaps.
Send me an ask about a song from my playlists for the characters of the Umbrella Academy!
#yelp that was long too#but i love these!#i've had all these ideas in my head for so long!#this is so fun!#i hope y'all enjoy too :)#diego hargreeves#the umbrella academy#tua
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klaus hargreeves
Alright! Thanks for the ask!
Here we go:
1. My opinion about them.
I LOVE HIM. I mean, that's my favourite character from the series, maybe one of my all-time favourite characters. I didn't exactly like him at first but if I'm completely honest, a friend recommended me to watch tua, and after the first episode, I called to say I found it way too odd. And Klaus was one of the oddest characters. But I gave it a chance and honestlyy, the whole character development he went through?? I feel like this is one of the few characters that went through a character growth, rather than the opposite. I adore how unapologetically himself he can be. Yes, like all of them, he wants to make their father proud but he is never hiding behind a mask in anything he does. And even if his some of his coping mechanisms can be questionable, let's be honest, they're valid. He can see ghosts! And was locked in a tomb, or whatever that was, and died again and again! Sure, he didn't know it at first but I think remembering he was locked as a child is enough. Did I mention the ghosts? I think while the others' powers were something that had to be figured out, he was able to do that for his whole life. Imagine being an infant seeing such things!
Altogether, I feel like he is a sensitive soul. He definitely knows what to do or say in order to preserve himself and I hate it when he's underestimated. Just because he is a free soul, it doesn't mean he isn't stupid. He knows how to preserve himself.
2. Who do I ship them with.
Dave, duh. But also... I might be cancelled for that but Sparrow!Ben. Yeah, because of that one scene. But also, I could see something there since the beginning. I believe he and Ben are soulmates in every universe and this is a hill I will die on!
3. Platonic relationships.
As I said in the previous ask, Klaus and Five. I love their dynamics. Nothing more to say.
And, unlike the previous point, Umbrella!Ben. To me, the dynamics he had with the two Bens is different but as I said, I believe these two are soulmates. And I believe soulmates can be more than one type.
Also, the bond he and Allison developed, especially in season 2. I loved their scenes!
4. Unpopular opinion.
As I already said, I don't like when he is underestimated just because he appears a bit odd and is not necessarily as stoic or determined as some of the rest. Apart from Five, he is the one who had his fair share of time travelling and one thing we saw is how he managed to find his place everywhere.
He is also manipulative, when he wants to be. We especially saw this in S2, with the old lady (can't remember if she had a name), and then the whole cult thing.
All of this being said, I feel like he needs to get absolutely feral in S4. Like, he totally deserves to be angry for so many things, and has so many things to fight for. He has also lost a lot and we should see him fight for it.
5. HC I love.
It's again a personal one and I once wrote a long-ish post about it but I think he learned to drive a car during his first time-travel! I've elaborated more in the post but basically, in the first episode he told Diego he can't drive (could be because of intoxication but I also think their father didn't really bother to give them driving lessons, or think they needed the skill, and then his lifestyle was hardly one that would allow it), but then, once he's back, we see him driving. So yeah, I think he learned to do that while he was away.
6. HC I hate.
I honestly can't think of one rn.
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Imagine Five Hargreeves, Kaz Brekker and Anthony Lockwood working together. Each one believes themselves to be the leader.
Five simply because body aside, he knows he's the oldest and an assassin so he believes he can easily kill them if they cross him.
Kaz because he believes he can scheme and manipulate his way to make them do his bidding.
Lockwood because he thinks if he can handle ghosts, then what are two more boys with the personalities of feral wet kittens.
they can be invincible together but they're all also massive idiots so they'll fuck up alot 😆
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Five Hargreeves Dirty Headcanons ABC's
(Rated M for sexually explicit content, 5438 words, the last one for Z is sort of a mini story for you to enjoy. This list explores Five and his relationship with 'you' while taking a small dive into his very complicated psyche and looking at some of the reasons why he is the way he is. This is written with 'you' as anyone-not male or female specific.)
Note~ me doing this idea was actually born from me not sleeping last night, and a request my dearest friend Bad Kitty got to do a list this way. She just did a headcanon for Five, so she respectfully declined. Check her stuff out with the link above and I swear you won't be disappointed.
All right.... I hope I did this in a way that's satisfying for all you lovely Five fans out there. 🤞
A-�� A student, Aftercare
Number Five doesn't do anything half ass, and that includes you. He’s a hyper focused genius who is going to study you like you’re just another thing he needs to conquer. Every sign your body gives him that he’s doing something right will be cataloged and used to his and your benefit. Five is all about attention to detail and from the moment the tip of his thick cock slips inside you, to the moment he’s done filling you, your pleasure is his. He will always make sure you come, usually more than once and always screaming his name.
With aftercare, he’ll be sure to touch you with the most cautious and gentle of touches as he wipes up the mess he made of you, his soft green eyes dementedly delighting in the glisten of his seed leaking out of you onto the sheets.
B- �� Biting, Bondage
Five may seem refined, but he loves to let the feral part of him go wild when he’s with you, not just when he’s swinging an ax through someone’s face. Biting his teeth into your neck hard enough to make you cry out, or softly nibbling on the shell of your ear never gets old. Your agitated sounds of complaint when he does these things arouse dark parts in him that only make him want to drag his teeth along your skin and confuse you even more. Biting your quivering lower lip as his hips violently thrust into you and your nails dig into his back is just one of the ways he makes sure you never forget that you are his.
As a trained killer who loves to exert his power over others, Five is not opposed to using the silk length of his tie to bind your wrists, fastening them above your head, then to the headboard so you can’t touch him. Now you can’t get away-not that you want to.
The look of you that way and the feel of your body under him reminds Five of being with Dolores. She couldn’t touch him back no matter how much he wished she could, and now neither can you.
C- Control
Thanks to Five’s upbringing where he didn't get to learn what it meant to have the love of a real parent, he suffers from issues of self-worth and trust. He wanted approval, but all he ever got was ridicule and abuse. Due to this, he naturally developed coping mechanisms, such as the need to be the best at everything and becoming extremely self-reliant.
Five is the king of survival, and he knows how to take care of himself. As such, he struggles with the need to control everything. This includes many things in your relationship, especially with all things sex.
D- Dominance, Dolores
Five is dominant, there’s no question about it. Living a lifetime with Dolores as his only companion only instilled that quality in him even more. This plays heavily in his joy of you calling him Daddy, and that has little to do with his real mental age of being way older than he looks, and much more to do with him wanting to take care of you because that’s what he knows and is good at.
Just like with his beloved mannequin, Five loves manhandling you into positions that make it even better when he fucks his long hard cock into you. With a sheen of sweat causing his chocolate fringe of hair to stick to his forehead, Five could pin you down and thwack his hips into your ass while it's flipped up in the air all day long, all the while maintaining a devilish side smirk and insisting that you are doing such a good job for Daddy.
He's such a wonderfully fucked up jerk, but you love your daddy for all his kinks and oddball quirks. Even his little ticks make you want him even more.
E- Escapism
Sex is about love for Five. He’s just that kind of man.
He could fuck anyone, but he didn’t, not until he found you. He couldn’t open that part of himself without the intimacy that a real love based relationship gives him. That’s not to say that sex isn’t his favorite form of escapism because it is.
Five is hardly a simple man, but to him, the ecstasy of having an orgasm and the momentary blind eroticism of feeling your body release in that way are just part of what it means for him to be human. He is filled with a mysterious power that may or may not be originally from the alien race his adoptive father belonged to, but he’s still a man and he loves to fuck.
F- Fingers
This guy’s long sexy fingers are really something, whether you look at him using his dexterity when steadily pulling the trigger that ends someone’s life in the blink of an eye, or if it’s when he’s running them between your legs, languishing in the feel of your engorged flesh wetly dripping for him. Don’t be surprised if Five sucks your lust off his dangerous digits, or if he forces them in your mouth after he’s had them inside you. Both options are great in his mind, and he’ll never get enough of tasting you or good naturedly debasing you.
G- Grasping, Growling, Groping, Gripping
While hoisting your ass off the bed so he can pump his cock into you with an unforgiving rhythm that makes your insides clench around him and your mouth drop open wide while you gasp out stuttering profanities, Five is for sure going to latch onto your hips, your waist, your hair, your neck, your thighs, or basically anything he can get his hands on.
What you have is his, and he’s not letting it go. When your bodies are connected, he couldn’t be happier. Growling out throaty sounds of euphoria as his tip slips back and forth just inside your slicked entrance, Five knows just how to manipulate your body, and he knows it’s driving you equally crazy.
H- Humping, Holes
With no shame and little other options, Five is no stranger to getting off by humping inanimate objects, but thankfully, now he has you. Still, you are often a target for his hip thrusting exertions where his hot length grinds against the side of your leg, or your ass crack. He really likes doing this when he wakes up with a boner that refuses to be ignored.
You don’t mind, he is young again after all.
It’s hot as hell watching Five lose himself in such an innocent way, but your heart also breaks a little when you think of all the loneliness he’s had to endure and why he’s still attached to doing this.
The good news is, he’s healing from all that. He has other options when it comes to being with you, and he’s not about to overlook several places on your body where he can insert his needy cock. Five isn’t picky, he will fuck any hole you let him pound.
I- Imagination
Let’s face it, Five has a very big imagination. Dolores anyone….
Without his ability to imagine her love for him, he wouldn’t be here. She was his voice of reason, and what he considers the personification of all the best parts of him. Without Five there would be no Dolores, and without her, there would be no Five.
Thanks to that enamel covered molding of plastic and resin, you have Five and his imagination is just as strong as it ever was. He never seems to run out of ways to ravish you. Like in public, when he blinks you into a fitting room where he then shoves you against a mirror and slips his fingers and then his cock inside you while he watches your hands palm the glass and your eyes droop.
It’s all Five and his imagination coming to life. He makes your head spin and your body spasm your shuttering release.
He gets stuck in his head sometimes, but it’s not all bad. Sometimes it's just in him fretting giving you small gifts to show how much you mean to him or it's in the simple but as meaningful things he loves to do, like him quietly reading your favorite book to you while you lay together in bed.
J- Jerking off
Five knows how to polish his palm. One might say he’s the master of masturbation.
Needs being such in his many times of despair, the act of self-love gave him something other than pain and suffering to think about. Eventually, for a young boy all alone in the apocalypse, his desire to lose himself in this way became an addition. Smart as he is, Five knew this was happening, but he still became reliant on it, and now he’s still partly that boy, and also that lonely man, sometimes a bit too involved with playing around with his hands down his pants.
He’s shameless about it, never shy about taking his hardened shaft out to show you how it’s done. Fingers tightly curled around the base, he’ll slide them up and down his erection, sure to prolong his climax as long as possible. Not until he’s had enough will he tease the super sensitive slit and the bulbing band of his cherry red tip with his forefinger, circling it round and round before he goes at it hard, fucking himself so brutally his hand is nothing but a blur.
Not one to leave you out, when Five throws his head back and growls, “Get your pretty mouth over here,” you listen. Then you are compensated with the sound of Five groaning out your name as hot spurts his nearly translucent semen flick onto your waiting tongue and then drip down your lips onto your chin.
K- Kissing
The simple pleasure of kissing someone real was something Five had not known until he found you. Not until your first kiss did he understand why people in the romance novels he’d read seemed to be so taken by it.
The first time he looked into your eyes, knowing you saw him for who he really was, all the good and the bad, and that you wanted him anyway, he nervously but determinedly advanced. Slowly at first, he came within a hair’s width from your lips as his uneasy breaths danced across your skin. He was scared, but the moment his mouth touched yours and then molded around your warmth, softly pressing into your acceptance, he never looked back.
Now, after he’s had time to learn how to do it. Five is all about kissing. Running his tongue across your teeth, or tangling it with yours, it doesn’t matter. He’s in heaven when his mouth is on yours.
L- Licking
Five may not look it, but he’s strong, and so is his tongue, and he’s not afraid to fuck you with it. Before you come, he’ll get you so worked up and dripping with anticipation that it’s insane. He’ll happily lap your liquid desire for him until you’re a puddle of goo, laying there with him between your legs, the backs of your knees dangling limply over his heaving shoulders. Catching his breath after your body has just repeatedly tensed and then uncoiled, giving itself over to his mouth, he’ll chuckle at your state of complete and utter destruction, his boyishly handsome dimple doing you in even more.
M- Manipulation
Five is very clever and knows how to get what he wants but he doesn't mentally try to manipulate you. He will however indulge in the fantasy of using you as his own personal fuck doll. This, as is many of his tastes is simply something that's a part of him ,as much as his witty yet dryly delivered comments. Sometimes he asks nicely for you to lay down and not move as much as possible, sometimes he prefers to take your options away manually, and that's when we get the extra special suppressive simulation of bondage added to his sexual exploits.
N- Nuzzling, Naughty talk
Five is many things, uninhibited in bed being only one of them, but he’s also the most loving and tender person you’ve ever known. He shows this in many ways, but one that never gets old is when he’s feeling exceptionally needy and he buries his face against your neck, murmuring sweet nothings about how much you mean to him while he brushes the tip of his nose along the underside of your jaw. He’ll press his face against your ear, cherishing the smell of your hair and the feeling of your skin against his. Five can’t get enough of loving you in these small but passionate ways.
Also, while doing this and at many other times as well, Five lets his silver tongue go verbally, never ceasing to shock you with the dirty things he comes up with. If he tells you to get over here and sit on his dick and ride until he says stop, that’s always fun, and so is watching his eyes comically roll back in his head as he cries out how fucking good you are a taking his cock.
O- Ownership
Five is possessive. He doesn’t covet things unless they have value, and he doesn’t have much to his name and never did. He is a simple man in this way. He was also the kid who did not let the other kids play with his toys, and with you now it’s no different.
He’s not the type to prevent you from doing anything you want, but he is extremely territorial. If something is important to Five, like you are, or even when we are talking about something as seemingly insignificant as one of his tailored suits, if someone dares fuck with the things he holds dear, they are in trouble.
Five doesn’t own you but you own his heart, and if anyone he’s not okay with gets too handsy and lays a finger on you or the fine wool fabric of his sexy suit, expect retaliation and not always something as simple as him angrily swatting their hand away followed by a few choice words of distaste.
P- Punishment, Promises
Being someone that considers their opinion to be more often than not the only one that matters, Five comes off very harsh at times, but with you it’s all a game.
Teasing him about his real age brings out a side in him that’s all about showing you who’s the boss. And one of his favorite ways of doing it is threatening you with holding back when your body is just about to start convulsing from the rhythmic roll of hips pushing his dick so far inside you that you're sure he’s hitting your belly button. Another way is when he throws a hand back and smacks you in the ass while you’re already struggling to keep hold of the sheets so he doesn’t fuck you straight through the mattress.
Five’s promises to take care of you are just as true as his promises that you will pay for your sassy little comments. Together, your back-and-forth, fight style flirtations always lead to him getting overly worked up, and you getting pinned somewhere like against a wall while he frantically fucks his own brains out by way of pounding the fuck out of you.
Q- Quivering, Quaking
Five is beautiful. His soft bedroom eyes with their long dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks as he looks down at you underneath him take your breath away almost as effectively as his desperate kisses. But it’s after he’s finally let go and let himself fall over the edge, when you can feel the heat of his cock quaking its last grievances inside you, his body quivering as his legs let go and he collapses at your side, that you are both the most at peace.
R- Rough
Five loves to take you any way he can, but the guy loves it rough. His lean body and his sinewy muscles making a mouth watering ‘V’ as they point like an arrow downwards towards his perfectly tailored dress pants, spelling out all kinds of trouble, but in this case, it's the good kind of trouble.
His body is built for action and that’s what you’re going to get. Five loves to surprise you by blinking himself right on top of you, holding you down with his legs as he attacks. Be it all his training as a child, or as an assassin, Five Hargreeves likes to fuck hard and fast, with his hands holding you down under him with no mercy.
S- Submission
Five craves your submission. Just hearing you beg for it gets him hard, and he often demands you verbalize how much you want him to fuck you harder, or make you come. He'll get you to say it, or he’ll stop thrusting his cock inside you. While you’re losing your mind, he’ll merely look down at you with his cocky grin, just waiting for you to plead with him to give you his cock again.
When it goes the other way, at least when it’s in between the sheets, Five is rarely the one to give himself over that way, but with you, he will. But he only does so knowing that it’s in his benefit.
There’s been more than once he has shown you how much he trusts you, and wow is it a sight to watch Five Hargreeves wither and writhe as you torment all his sense, using blindfolds and gags, and even handcuffs to keep his greedy hands off until you say so.
Imagine his face twisted with agony, lips parted as helpless moans for more pour out of him.
T- Tits
Your body is a wonderland, plain and simple. Anything Five can stimulate himself with while also getting a rise out of you is fair game, and that includes tits.
Small ones, big ones, his or yours, whatever. Five adores the perky points of flesh that he can nipple and suck on. Making them hard nubs with the carefully cruel but also sometimes achingly gentle tugs and rolls between his fingers, is one of his favorite pastimes whether in the privacy of your bed, or in public if he can get away with it.
U- Unlimited energy
The nature of Five’s ability to teleport is something that he never really talks much about, but you know that within him is an infinite strength. Without it, he’d never be able to summon enough energy to propel himself through time and space; it's just simple math.
That said, this same quality of his very unique power allows him an unfair advantage in bed.
Five has unlimited levels of vigor while he’s bucking his hips back and forth and his cock slips in and out, over and over and over. Always a perfectionist, he prefers you get off before him, but even when he’s not so lucky, he can rally. Using his already spent dick, semi hard and still throbbing from the loads of cum he just dumped in or on you, Five will show you that his recovery period is just as extraordinary as he is, and the next thing you know, your sexy teleporter is showing you a whole new rhythm with his hips smacking into yours.
V- Vulnerability
Most of the time, the people in this world that seem the most aloof and coldly indifferent are actually the most desperate and in need of love.
Five is this person.
All his traits point to this. With his extreme levels of trauma, he will always be this way. He longs for the acceptance he never got from Reginald and his siblings. Deep down he’s terrified of showing weakness because if he does, that means he can be hurt. The reality is, he’s already been hurt more than almost anyone that’s ever walked the planet, but in his vulnerability and fear is so much love.
Never the one to give up, Five is trying to learn how to accept the parts of himself that he hates and see that he’s someone deserving of happiness. You are a huge part of that.
W- Whimpers, Whispers, Whines
Anything that comes out of you that sounds broken and desperate makes Five’s dick and mind go wild. The more you keen and struggle, the more he tries to get more of it. It’s pretty much a vicious cycle of torment that’s part narcissistic fulfillment, and also purely for the joy of making you feel amazing. Five feeds off your pleasure.
X- X marks the spot
Five has left his mark on you. Whether he knows he’s doing it or not, he’s taken claim of your body and soul. Let’s face it, he occupies way too many of your thoughts. But his accusation of all that is yours doesn’t stop there. He also loves to mark physically.
Five uses his teeth, tongue, sucking, and licking. He’s an expert, using anything he has at his disposal. He leaves trails of his claim over you for all to see. He’s like a puppy, unable to help himself as his mouth covers you with anxious expressions of love.
Y- You
When we think about Five Hargreeves, we outwardly see a person that one would think only thinks about himself, but it’s actually the complete opposite.
As we know from his troubling past, he’s made mistakes and he’s paid for them, and all along it’s been his love for his family that willed him to keep going. Now, that’s still there despite their continued differences, but his aim in life is more directed at you.
Five wants nothing more than to make you happy. He’ll never stop being scared of losing you no matter how confident he seems. It’s not his fault; he’s lost so much, over and over.
Right or wrong, he also makes you a priority in all things orgasmic bliss. If he’s going solo, you and your naked body welcoming him are all that’s on his mind. When you are together, he’s damn sure to see to it that you get off. He’s a teleporting, ex-temporal assassin that may or may not be the founder of a time controlling agency, but first and foremost, Five Hargreeves is a gentleman, and a gentleman always takes care of his business, and you are his number one business.
Z- Zippers (Heads up~ This one is special because with it, I’m giving you guys a little taste of more in the moment/story writing that I am more used to doing. This part being very similar to something a very naughty version of Five does to someone in the story I wrote called ‘The Devil Within’)
One of the most erotic sounds in Five’s opinion is the sound of his zipper being pulled down by your careful hand as you coyly gaze up at him with your adoring eyes.
Looking between his widely spread legs at the sight of you kneeling before him, ready to do as he asks, makes him feel more powerful than he’s ever felt, and that’s saying a lot because Five is very, very powerful and has done unimaginable things.
It starts with a steadiness in his soothing words and his hand brushing along your cheek, then moving back into your hair. His fingers thread along your spine as he pulls you closer.
You can already see the bulge of his desire even before you open his pants, but now, pulling the fabric aside, you see the outline of Five’s erection filling the thin cotton underwear still covering him.
You know what he’s going to do but he warns you anyway.
“You’re going to eat my cock and love it, honey.”
Licking your lips, you nod.
Coming down on him, you kiss the wet spot of darkened material covering his deliciously rounded tip. Just thinking of it inside you, opening you up almost painfully, has you wishing you could touch yourself, but you don’t dare because right now, this is about him.
Sliding a hand down, Five pushes his underwear down, freeing his stiff cock.
You let out a little whimper.
Feeling pretty damn proud, Five grabs a wad of your hair, then sharply pulls your head, pushing you down closer to his body.
“Don’t be a tease, sweetheart” he tauntingly sings with misleadingly boyish play in his voice.
You lick your lips again, then open your mouth around him, your tongue leisurely tracing up the raised veins roping the length of his engorged shaft.
After only one pass, you stop to gauge Five’s reaction.
The moment he locks eyes with you, you wrap your lips around him and Five is quick to push you down without warning, forcing you to gag around him as you struggle and gasp for air.
Smirking, Five lets you sit that way, allowing you to adjust as he lets out a low groan over that sinful act of ruthlessness. His fingers play with your hair, petting you even if it is a degrading form of encouragement. Doing as he pleases, Five refuses to adjust the pressure he is putting on the back of your throat.
With a small smile of approval over your quick submission, Five reaches down, requesting you give him your hands. You do, then he proceeds to place them palm down on his thighs. Taking your hair again, Five lets you move freely, bobbing your head up and down, mostly working his tip with your tongue.
Your eyes flutter and your fingernails gently dig into Five’s slouched slacks as he starts rocking your head back and forth over him, making his dick disappear inside your wet mouth. Holding you the way he is, with your head tilted back, your throat open and lined up perfectly, it gives Five the deepest penetration and a view that before being with you, he’s only ever seen in porn, and the sight and the feel of it is making his already heavy cock feel like it might truly choke you if he gets any more turned on.
“If it’s too much let me know,” he says, clearly indicating that you should push back if he is too rough or if he makes you take him too deep.
He isn’t expecting it, but you immediately push back, then start circling your tongue around his cockhead as you moan. This is all part of the fun, but since this was not what he wants, Five's mind whirls with punishments he could deliver, but his stomach also fills with wonderful butterflies the more he listens to you. As you tease the underside of his shaft, his breathing grows heavy, and he can’t help but grind against your marvelous tongue.
Reaching up, your hand drags down over Five’s tensed abdomen. You’re taking your time with him, and it is evident you’re enjoying it, and the feeling of each ridge between his muscles as he holds his body tight, trying not to sway.
Five has to admit, he is enjoying this too, but then you wrap your hand around him, covering the base of his shaft, only not moving it. His hands clench and his knuckles whiten as he lets out a rough sounding sigh of exasperation.
Letting his penetrating gaze settle on you, Five is just about to start thrusting down your throat again when your hand begins to move and your head shallowly bobs over his drizzling tip while you softly suck.
Five’s body shudders and you respond by moving your hand up his length, jerking him a few times before pressing your thumb gently but firmly against the underside of his shaft where your mouth is popping on and off.
Sudden waves of pleasure hit him, followed by shaky breaths as his fingers tighten their grip on you. Taking complete control of your movements again, Five forces your head down, pushing your lips sliding along all the way to his pubic bone, only pulling your head up again so he can fuck into your throat all over again.
It’s not like he didn’t warn you or give you an out. Still, there’s no denying he isn’t getting a sick sort of pleasure from your tears, wet gags, and each and every spasm of your throat, and there is no way he isn’t enjoying the sound of your desperate whines and moans.
You want this as much as he does and you are not tapping out, but your fingers are digging into his thighs as your eyes roll back so far in your head that Five is sure your brain must be turning off because he just skewered it.
Loving every second of dominating you by roughly fucking your face so hard he is making it impossible for you to think, Five pays you back for doing so good by not holding in his deep moans and low grunts of euphoria, but all too quickly he has to stop, or it will be over, and he doesn’t want that at all.
As his hips slow and pull away, your swollen lips gently popped off him.
Your brows furrow upwards as you watch Five with a needy expression. Feeling like he can get away with it, he taps your chin with the end of his cock, spreading the drips of drool that you can’t help but have after taking him that long and hard.
Five smiles down at you, a wickedly charming sort of look spreading across his face as he watches you wordlessly begging. He tightens his grip on the back of your head.
“God, you are fucking beautiful,” he breathes, then suddenly yanks your hair back, forcing you to crane your neck back. “I can’t wait to paint your face.”
After a few more taps to your waiting tongue, Five swiftly brings you down on him again, immediately causing you to gag. The sound of your body fighting him and the feel of your moans buzzing against him as you twitch and repeatedly try to swallow, all have him close to the edge again, but he can’t stop now even if he wanted to.
Soon, his rhythm becomes even more aggressive as he takes your head in both hands, slamming his cock into your mouth while griding the back of your throat against his tip before pulling off, only to repeat the process.
“You really wanted my dick, didn’t you?” Five breathlessly sputters as he throws his head back and his pale green eyes disappear under his heavy eyelids.
Inevitably his brutal pattern has become more erratic. Eventually, Five pulls back, fully pulling out. His hand that was tangled in the strands of your hair is moved to your puffy lips instead.
Jerking your chin up with his free hand, he urgently askes, “Do you think you can swallow all of it?”
You eagerly nod.
With an air of desperation coming out of him, Five strokes himself needily, bringing himself closer and closer as you watch in anticipation, your mouth open and tongue out.
With a few sharp inhales, Five’s body begins to tremor, and his legs begin to feel like they could give out on him. One of his heels squeaks on the floor as he drives himself forward, intent on delivering.
A long string of rough groans fall from Five's gaped lips as you flinch and reactively shut your eyes in response to the pearls of white falling over your waiting tongue.
Having plenty of pent-up sexual tension, not to mention a lifetime of being deprived of anything to this level of sexual eroticism, Five’s superpowered youthfully charged load repeatedly spurts out of him in heavy ropes, just like it always does.
You swallow and swallow, trying to keep up, but even though you are, Five deliberately pulls back, letting the last of his cum land across your flushed cheeks, some even dripping down, landing on your breathless body.
"Oh fuck," he gasps with his hand clasped around his shaft. His angry grip keeps moving but much more slowly as it passes over his length while he rides the last incredible waves of his release.
His crisp white dress shirt moves up and down, faster than normal as he looks down at the mess he’d made of you.
“Such a good job for daddy,” he dizzily breathes before coming down to kiss your lips, his come covering them not at all stopping him. As his hands cradle your head, he breaks away just long enough to say, "I fucking love you.”
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Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Viktor Hargreeves tried his best to be a contributing member of the pack despite how clear it is that the others don't want him. They all try their best to include him, but they're all very nervous to face their father's ire. It ends up going badly for everyone involved. Warnings: Minor injury, angst, canon-typical neglect and isolation, ABO dynamics, and heavy angst Word Count: 10,610 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves & Viktor Hargreeves
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A/N: This idea was given to me by this user and honestly, I'm absolutely in love with it! I really like the idea of Viktor feraling at some point in an ABO version of the Umbrella Academy because of his poor treatment. I'm a sucker for Viktor angst anyway, so I guess it's not really surprising that I was really excited to write this. I hope that you all enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
WORLD NOTES: -There are three genders, not six. -Omegas have a female reproductive tract -Betas have both male and female reproductive tracts -Alphas have male reproductive tracts -Babies are called the pronouns of their birth parent until they are old enough to understand what pronouns are and can choose for themselves (Credit: littlegreenfish) -the person that births the baby is called female terms like 'mom' or 'mommy' while the person that fathered the baby is called male terms like 'papa' or 'daddy' -names like 'aunt' and 'uncle' still go with pronouns as do 'husband' and 'wife' -There are two mating scent glands, one on the neck and the other one the wrist. The scent gland on the neck is for mates, and the scent gland on the wrist is for packs (Credit: xhelloxbeautifullx) -packs generally have an alpha leader and a beta second-in-command, but it is possible to have any gender in those positions
It would have been a lovely sunny day if not for the training exercise that the members of the Umbrella Academy pack were having to endure. They were forced into the backyard, which was designed so that it could serve as both a fancy garden during the dinners that Reginald held and a training ground for the resident superheroes. The sun was beating down on the hard packed earth and large black stones around the tall, prickly bushes that hid the space from outside eyes. Not only was the sun hot as it cut through the clear blue July sky, but it radiated up off of the ground back into their shoes. The air was stagnant and yet somehow still so full of water that it almost felt like they were drinking every time that they took a breath.
Each of them had donned their spandex and leather outfits that they used when they were on missions at their father’s insistence. They had been running around in circles for about half an hour, changing the pace whenever they were shouted at to. Luther was the only one that was doing alright at that point because his body’s super durability was preventing him from nearly succumbing to heat stroke like the rest of them were. Klaus was the worst off out of the entire pack as he wasn’t allowed to wear shoes when training, so his feet were directly touching the sun-heated stones lining the path.
“Come on, children, I know that you can do better than that!” Reginald called out to them.
“Easy for him to say, over there underneath that stupid fucking umbrella,” Diego sneered. He was the only one that wasn’t struggling to bring in enough oxygen as he supplementary power allowed him to just stop breathing if he didn’t want to.
“Diego, let’s just keep going,” Ben said quickly before the other boy had a chance to rile up any more of their siblings. Despite being a beta and thus not as prone to fits of anger or violent outbursts, Diego was constantly trying to fight the authority figure of their pack. They all knew that it was because of the way that Reginald had pit him against Luther for as long as any of them could remember.
They crossed over to the last lap, finally, and Viktor called out the time that it had taken them to run. “God, shut up!” Klaus nearly screamed as he collapsed down onto his knees to get his breath back. They were all so hot and uncomfortable that no one bothered to correct the vulgar behavior from their teammate towards their pack member.
Reginald let out a small hum from where he was watching the children. He handed the clipboard in his hand to Viktor with the instructions, “I want you to relay this information to the rest of your siblings before they are released for a shower and the rest of their schoolwork today. Understand, Number Seven?”
“Yes, Father,” Viktor nodded. His voice was barely understandable over the sound of the six superheroes panting for breath and relief. As soon as the commanding alpha had removed himself from the backyard training space, leaving only his adopted children, Viktor turned towards his siblings. “Your time was better than last week by about twenty seconds. Klaus still came in last and Luther in first. That means that Klaus is going to have special training with Luther to try and increase his speed so that they match.”
“Of course I do,” Klaus growled. He picked himself up from the ground and stalked into the house, pushing past Viktor so that he could get into the door. He did it so hard and roughly that it caused the smaller omega to pivot where he stood. That small movement made him tumble down to the ground, just barely being able to stick his hand out to catch himself.
He let out a whimper and cupped his wrist with his other hand, bringing it close to his body so that he could shield it from the pain that was echoing through it. The bones and muscles were fine, but the skin had been torn pretty badly by the rough cement just in front of the doorway into their home.
“That hurt,” he whined as he tried to pick himself back up. Viktor wasn’t a crybaby, he rarely ever expressed emotions like that despite being constantly filled with a melancholic ache he could barely define. Something about the way that today was going had him on the verge of tears in a way that he had no idea how to describe.
He turned towards his pack, his eyes flickering over to Ben and Five. Five was an alpha, and usually very protective over Viktor since none of the other alphas in the pack seemed to even be able to acknowledge that he existed beyond telling him to get out of the way. Everyone was tired from their run through the blazing heat of high summer, though. Viktor was able to see how upset they were in the tense lines of their shoulders and grimaces painted on their faces.
Viktor tried not to feel too hurt at the idea of none of them wanting to see if he was okay even after he had displayed the want for comfort. He wasn’t used to getting comfort from his pack anyway since he never knew how to ask for it directly. He had tried to ask by whining or hovering close to them when either he or they were distressed, but that never worked. His leading theory as to why was the huge white scent blocker plastered over his wrist and neck.
Luther sighed as he watched Klaus stalk further and further into the house, ignoring the fact that Viktor hadn’t said he was finished reading off the notes that their father had left for him. He walked passed the omega too, ignoring the coppery smell of blood that was now penetrating the air around the weakest member of the pack. The rest of the pack followed quickly after, eager to get out of their leather suits and showered for the rest of their academic activities for the day.
The door swung shut as the last superhero fled through it to the relief of air conditioning and water, leaving Viktor standing alone in the hot sun with a fairly large wound on his hand. A blossom of hurt and panic erupted in the base of his stomach. Usually his emotions were so small and dulled, like he was remembering what it felt like to have that emotion instead of currently experiencing it. This was far more intense than any of those had been. It was something on the most basic level of his instincts, something old and primal.
He brushed it off, reminding himself that his pack had just had a very long training session and he had been put in a position that drew it out even more because of their father’s actions. Something inside of him wanted to believe that it wasn’t because of him, that they didn’t actually hate him, so desperately that he ached. He didn’t know when he had become so starved for affection and care from his pack when he knew that it was his job, as the lowest ranking member, to care for them. It was the same kind of job that Grace had, even if her scent and instincts were all synthetic.
Viktor grasped the door with his other hand and yanked it open so that he could walk inside. Only a moment later he realized that he had left the clipboard his father had documented his notes on back on the patio. He had to leave the house again, and by the time that he turned around to go back inside the door had locked.
He stared at the handle for a moment as he tried to turn it with the hand not covered in blood. He didn’t want to soil the papers on the clipboard but needed to try getting back into the house before his disappearance was noted by his adoptive father, so he carefully tucked it underneath his arm and then tried with his dry hand. The handle turned and then stopped, no matter how many times he tried to turn it.
Viktor felt anxiety settle into the place just underneath his heart as he realized that he had been locked out of his home. He turned and marched out of the backyard training space. The entire thing was enclosed so that no one could see in even if they somehow made it through some of the security measures around the house that Reginald had put in place after the Umbrella Academy started getting more and more fans. The fact that no one could get in also meant that no one could get out, and Viktor was going to have to get inventive.
He made sure that the clipboard was securely underneath the arm that he had placed it under before as he stuck his hand into the thick bushes that kept the training area free from trespassers. He pushed it aside with all his strength, creating a space that was just big enough for him to fit in sideways. The only problem was that he only had one useable hand that wouldn’t cause him excess pain and he had to carry the clipboard inside.
The omega let out a high pitched whine that had any of them been there, would have at least made the alphas of his pack turn towards him. He wasn’t sure that they would help him given their reaction to him earlier, but his instincts were still reaching out. He didn’t have any other options since he knew that his siblings and packmates were in the bowels of the house, taking care of each other after their training session.
He made a split second decision and transferred the bush over to his injured hand despite the way that the leaves and sticks made the cuts on his palm burn and ache. He then shoved himself through the tightly woven plant material so that he was inside of it. He took another step, scraping the exposed part of his legs from where his pants had gotten caught on stray stick. He set the clipboard down on the ground on the other side of the bush and then tumbled down to the ground with his leg still stuck inside of the shrubbery.
The omega twisted his back around so that it was almost painful and then grasped the fabric that was preventing him from moving. He very carefully untangled it from the stick that it was caught on so that the tear could remain as small as possible. Grace was always very kind when his clothing was worn down and needed to be fixed, but he still didn’t want to have to show it to her and explain how he had gotten locked outside in the first place.
The same thing inside of him that had wanted comfort and help from his pack felt oddly insecure about every action he made. It might have been because he was yelled at about something that he hadn’t been in control of or really done, but he felt like if someone were to get cross with him at this moment then he would burst into inconsolable tears. That included the well-meaning reprimanding that he would get from Grace when she discovered the rip.
He hefted himself to his feet once he had finally freed his leg from the bush. He grabbed the clipboard with his good hand, which meant that he had to stand up with the one that he had already injured. He could feel the slick blood causing the shreds of skin from the scrape to slid around as he tried to get enough friction to push himself upright. “Ow, shit,” he swore as he felt grit from the dirt he was sitting on bury itself deep into the cut.
Viktor took a couple of deep breaths to try and keep the tears from rolling down his cheek as they collected on his lashes. A deep kind of aching hurt that he had never experienced before, not even when Five had been gone for an entire year during his time-traveling fiasco, erupted in his chest. It felt like it was eating every happy feeling that he had ever had, destroying every hope that he had for what might happen with him and his pack.
It left him with a kind of angry hollow feeling that he had never been able to place before. He wanted nothing more than to drown himself in the scent of his pack while they cared for him as he tried to do for them.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head and reminding himself that he had to get back into the house first, he took the first step forward. It was like he was walking on autopilot as he made his way around the house to the front door. He was ignoring all of the people staring at his back and murmuring to each other about the disgruntled looking omega that had been able to get past the wrought iron gate and into the home of the ever-famous Umbrella Academy.
The first thing that he did upon entering his home again was take in a huge breath. It was both to fight off the sobs that were trying to force their way from his throat and an attempt to get any tiny amount of his pack’s scent to satiate the desperate, clawing need for affection that was living in his chest.
The second thing was to return the clipboard to where it belonged next to the back door. There was a nail sticking out of the wall so that it could hang there both for ease of use for their father and so that the superheroes could check it whenever they wanted to. He placed it up onto the hook and then laid out one of the papers that had been wrinkled just a little bit, but Viktor was pretty sure that was an accomplishment when he had a thin layer of blood smeared onto his vest from his other hand.
He carefully ascended the steps to the bathrooms where he was sure the rest of his pack was going to be. He and Klaus were both omegas, so they shared a bathroom. Ben and Diego also had one to themselves while Allison, Luther, and Five had to share one between the three of them.
As soon as he had actually gotten up to the floor where the bathrooms were, he remembered the cross way that Klaus had addressed him when he was going back inside. The idea of someone treating him like that again made him want to start bawling so he decided that it was better if he just avoid it. Instead, he walked to his room and pulled out the small first aide kit that he kept in his desk drawer.
It was useful to have when his siblings were constantly getting into scraps with each other outside of the dangerous missions and difficult training. He kept it well stocked with bandages, both the disposable and reusable ones, as well as a cloth to clean off blood.
Viktor sat down on his floor with the item in front of him. He removed the cloth and then wiped all of the blood off of his hand. He tried his best to get the dirt out of it from when he had to use it to push himself up, but it was too fine. “Guess I’m just gonna have to do this twice,” he sighed. He began to rip off all the loose skin that had once been over the parts of his hand that were bleeding. It did cause the wounds to become bigger, but it was better than having to leave that open. The feeling of it slipping against the undamaged part of his palm with the slickness of the blood wasn’t an experience that he particularly wanted to continue.
He dabbed off the last of the blood before he grabbed some of the soft gauze material and pressed it to the scrape on his palm. He wrapped it with some of the sticky ace-bandages that he had used the last time that Five had come into his room with a cut from Diego.
After his wound had been treated enough that it wasn’t actively bleeding everywhere but rather just oozing into the gauze, he began the rest of his cleanup. He shoved everything that he could back into the first aide box and then slipped it into his desk. He removed his vest and then dumped it into the hamper along with the bloody cloth. His shirt had remained blissfully untouched by the blood from his wound despite it being the only white item of clothing that he owned.
Viktor removed his pants next, folding them and carefully placing them on his desk so that he could sew them up when he got some free time later that night. He replaced the two items of clothing that he had to remove because they were damaged or dirty.
As soon as he had finished all of that, he slipped from his room just in time to see Allison walking towards her bedroom. “Have you really been in there this whole time? You could have at least checked on Klaus, you know.”
There was an expectation of closeness between some of the other members of the pack based on their genders. Everyone had kind of assumed that Klaus and Viktor would become closer than the rest of them because of their genders since that’s what they had been taught was standard in a pack when they were getting that horrible sex ed talk about three years ago. The only thing that was really stopping that was that Viktor had never gone into heat after his first one at thirteen, so he hadn’t been able to have full access to his instincts like the other omega had.
“I was, just, uh,” Viktor motioned back to the bedroom with his good hand as he tried to find the words. Because they had all seemed rather upset with him earlier he didn’t want to try and get comfort from her now, especially since she still seemed cross. The only person that he was okay with trying to goad into hugging him or staying with him to make him feel better was Five and sometimes Ben when the former was too busy. Allison was always off limits since she had been protective over Klaus and dismissive of Viktor outside of telling the non-superpowered omega that he was doing his job in the pack wrong.
“I can go check on him now, if you want,” Viktor finally settled on saying instead of trying to explain himself. He didn’t want the alpha to think that he was blaming her or the rest of the pack for the injury that he got. The aching darkness inside of him was also desperate to get some praise from a member of his pack. He was always insecure about his position with his siblings since his relationship with all of them was so strained due to their father and his lack of powers. That made the dynamics inside of the pack even more tumultuous, which made the small amount of instincts that Viktor had access to very nervous that he was going to be rejected at any given moment.
“It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?” she asked as she looked him up and down. He felt like her eyes were piercing through him into his very soul to hurt him. It made him squirm uncomfortably and he darted around her to quickly go down the hall.
Grace was standing at the front of the classroom with a piece of chalk in her hand, prepared to start the lesson that her children were scheduled to get today. Viktor sat down in the chair that was furthest from the door and away from where the rest of his siblings would be.
The classroom was set up with a chalk board and teacher’s desk up at the front of the room. Behind them there were three windows that regularly had a pair of sheer curtains drawn over them so that they let in enough light for the teens to work properly but didn’t allow them to see the world outside in the hopes that they wouldn’t get distracted. There were nine desks in three rows of three, spaced apart enough that they couldn’t reach any of the others around them when they were occupied. That had been done because Reginald became paranoid about them cheating off of each other and not reaching their full potential when they had gotten into middle school.
“Welcome to class, Viktor,” Grace said kindly as she looked at her son. “Are you prepared to learn today?”
“I think so, Mom,” he nodded. He wasn’t sure if he was actually going to be able to pay attention to the lesson today with how nervous he was feeling. He knew that he had taken his medication this morning since Grace always put the pills he was supposed to take with meals in a little blue container next to his water. He wasn’t allowed to leave the table until she had checked to make sure that they were gone. Something inside of him still felt very nervous and brittle despite the chemicals in his body trying to dampen those feelings.
He was used to feeling like this sometimes, though. He had days when the only thing that he could focus on was the way that his body felt, the jittery feeling that made its home in his stomach and refused to leave. Those days became more and more often when he got closer to the spring, so he figured that this one was just because that season had only passed a few weeks ago.
The rest of the adoptive children began to file into the classroom, clumped together and cuddled close. They had obviously spent some of the time that they were allowed in between their scheduled activities among each other, comforting the other members of the pack. They all claimed a seats closer to the front of the classroom and amongst each other. The only person that had to sit on the back row where Viktor had chosen was Five, and he sat in the seat closest to the door so he was at least a desk away from Viktor.
It made the omega feel like he had done something wrong, like there was something that he should have done that he wasn’t aware of. He was convinced that he had done something that had earned him this ire, that he deserved it because he wasn’t a good enough omega. The only instincts that he had were screaming at him that he had done something to upset his pack so he had to earn their forgiveness back.
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Almost two weeks later, Five was off on a mission that his father had decided he was going to be abe to handle on his own. Five had been the only thing that Viktor had been able to keep steady in his life as his emotions ran rampant in his head. It was like the alpha was a lifepreserver in an ocean full of riptides and sea monsters.
Now that he was gone, though, Viktor felt like he was crumbling into pieces. He had been doing what he always did when it came to trying to take care of his pack. That often entailed him waiting for them to ask him for something and then immediately giving it to them, like when he helped Diego patch up a wound that he had gotten in a fight with Luther that their father hadn’t signed off on. He also helped Grace in the kitchen when it came to preparing their meals.
Before the event outside, he only helped every now and again to try and be able to provide for his pack when they were all adults and could move out of the Academy. That meant that he helped her make a couple of meals every week. During the past two weeks, after the incident, Viktor had been in the kitchen and helping Grace out with every single meal that she would allow him to.
She had cast him out of the kitchen tonight because she could tell that he was getting too wound up. He knew that he had been a lot more anxious than he normally was, but it wasn’t like he could help it. Something inside of him was a frenzied mess of hurt that was begging for him to get praise and provide for his pack in a way that would please them.
At the moment, though, he was unable to help out in the kitchen and the rest of the Umbrella Academy was training outside. Viktor had been able to avoid all of the training sessions that they participated in since he had the incident. His father hadn’t even seemed to notice his absence and didn’t care that Viktor was isolating himself away from that particular set of activities that his siblings did.
The feeling of discontentment and panic that had been laying in the back of his mind for quite some time increased so much that he felt like he was going to explode unless he did something about it. Since had couldn’t sit still long enough to read the chapter that had been assigned to them the day before and he had been kicked out of his kitchen, he could only think of one other thing that would keep the feeling in the deep recesses of his mind where it belonged.
He grabbed his violin from the hard case that it was sitting in by the windowsill. He got the sheet music for the song that he knew his siblings enjoyed the most since it played often on Luther’s record player. He let out a low breath as he finished tuning everything as quietly as he could so that no one had to hear the sour just-off notes that came before he got the right tension on the strings.
Viktor shifted back and forth to get his body into the right position before he raised the violin up so that it was perfectly in between his chin and shoulder, resting against his neck. The way that his scent blocker was currently pushing against the violin made him want to scream and rip it off, but he knew that he couldn’t. He made peace with the fact that he was the only member of the Academy that had to wear one as the first note that he was able to send flying from his instrument.
It was an immediate salve to his soul to be able to let go of his thoughts. He drifted with the high and low notes of the music as his fingers pressed and released each cord in turn. He knew this piece better than the one that he had first started practicing with all those years ago. It was one that made him think of the good memories of his siblings, of Ben and Five would sneak into his room so that they could do their assigned reading while cuddled up in one of their quilts, of Allison and Klaus including him in their quality time where they painted each other’s nails, of Luther and Diego taking his opinion and insight into their powers into consideration during one of their many debates. It made him thing of the good times that they had right after each of them got their first estrus, when they were all exhausted and hurt and made a huge nest in Luther’s room that all of their parental figures had been unable to keep them away from for a week.
None of that was happening anymore, though, and it was hard for Viktor to come to terms with. That was why he was taking solace in being in the kitchen, in trying to please his pack as they came to terms with their new places in the dynamic and thought about what they wanted to be doing in the world at large. He took solace in his music though, allowing it to block out all of the pain and strife that he had been feeling over the last couple of months.
That was, until his door swung open to reveal the towering form of his pack’s leader trying to squeeze through his tiny doorway. Viktor knew that he had the smallest bedroom out of anyone in the house (it was essentially a glorified closet) even though there were rooms that he could have taken. He wasn’t sure why his father hadn’t just returned him back to his birth mother when it became apparent that he didn’t have any powers, or why he was being treated so badly for something that he couldn’t control, but it was something that he had tried to ignore his entire life.
“Do you think that you could keep it down? Some of us are trying to study,” Luther nearly demanded.
“I wasn’t even playing that loud,” Viktor objected. The frenzied, manic energy from before immediately returned as soon as he had stopped playing. He couldn’t even feel the pain radiating from his palm from where the cut underneath bandages that were now two weeks old had been protesting his movements. Pain was one of the only things that Viktor could feel completely, so he relished in it when he was feeling this kind of anxiety.
The alpha let out a low growl as his honey-lemon scent began to permeate the room. Viktor’s room was the only place that smelled at all like him in the entire house since he was forced to wear a scent blocker at all times unless he was in his room. Allison forced her way through the door, around Luther, so that she was in front of their brother. “Viktor, I know that this is something that you have to do for school but you’re not as good as you think you are and it can get really grating sometimes.”
“That’s not exactly true, Viktor does sound better than he did a couple years ago,” Ben protested weakly as he worked his way around Luther’s hulking frame as well.
The room was beginning to feel a lot smaller than it had before now that all of these bodies were blocking the one and only exit. Trying to escape out of the window behind him would result in a swift death or at least a massive amount of pain as he tumbled all three stories down onto concrete. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about an escape route, anyway.
“I don’t care if he sounds better than Mozart, I don’t want to hear it when I’m trying to let go of myself!” Klaus shouted over the entire group. It was hurtful to hear the only other omega in the pack being so disrespectful of the only thing that Viktor felt like he had to grasp onto. Music, and more specifically his violin, were the only things that he felt like grounded him enough that he didn’t explode into a million pieces. He wasn’t sure that anyone would be able to pick him back up if that were to happen.
“The music is shit and he only plays it so that he can get attention,” Diego grouched from where he was standing in the doorway. He was glowering at Luther with his hackles half-raised, something that had been caused because of an incident in their lessons early in the day.
That, the insult to his music after all the time and effort that he had poured into making sure that he was good at what he did, was the final straw. Whatever darkness had been clawing at the walls just underneath his sternum had finally broken. He growled, dark and low in the back of his throat.
Several of the other pack members had been arguing with each other over whether or not Viktor should be playing his violin when none of them wanted to hear it at the moment. He knew, on some deeply buried background level, that they had just been taking their anger at each other out on him since that was the safest place for it to go, but he was finished. He felt unloved, unwanted, and in more danger than he had ever been in his entire life.
As soon as the growl emitted from his throat, ringing through the air over the sounds of their voices, everyone stopped and turned towards him. Their eyes were wide and panicked as if he was suddenly going to leap and rip out their throats now that he was protesting their treatment of him. “Get out! Out of my fucking room and away from me! Now!” he screamed. He was being so much louder than he usually was, so loud that his voicebox ached after the sound had finally left it. He placed his violin down as carefully as he could since it was still his most treasured item.
He walked right up to Luther and gave him a stiff shove to the chest so that the alpha had to take a step back. Luther was much bigger than the tiny omega, but he hadn’t expected that much force to be used. Viktor never touched any of them unless he stumbled and had to reach out to grasp something or they touched him first. That movement, against the leader of their pack, was enough to startle them all into action.
Diego and Ben both scrambled down the hall as quickly as they could. Allison was watching Viktor with wide, confused eyes while Luther turned around looking absolutely furious. Klaus was reaching out hand out towards the other omega like he as going to be able to soothe whatever beast had awoken inside of him, but he was also holding back like something was telling him to wait.
“You have no right to treat me like that, not when you’re not even a real part of this pack,” Luther seethed. It was clear to all of the other children standing around in the hallway that his ego had been bruised by the stumble that he took since he hadn’t been able to plant his footing properly in time.
“Get the fuck out of my space! I don’t want you in my room and I don’t want to be part of your shitty pack. You’re all assholes who never gave a shit about me, so I don't know why you think I'd want to be in your stupid superhero pack anyway," he seethed. He reached up and pushed Luther's chest again to get him further out of his room.
The alpha let out a low growl, the kind that usually made a member of a pack back down so that they could let the leader do what was needed. If it was challenged and the person the growl was directed at continued to push then it was considered a challenge to pack leadership, which was something that usually resulted in one or both members of the pack having to leave.
Viktor didn't care about that. He didn't care that Luther was growling at him or that the aforementioned alpha was supposed to be his pack leader. The only thing that he cared about was getting his space back, was driving out all of the threats to his safety until he was alone. The threats to his safety and sanity just happened to be his siblings this time around.
"I don't like the way that you're talking to me right now, Viktor," Luther growled. "You need to back down and admit that you were wrong."
"GET OUT!" he snarled. He must have finally reached the limit in his scent blockers, despite the fact that he usually only had to change them around lunch, because his room was flooded with the smell of pine and rosin. It was sharper than it usually was, it didn't hold the musk of a pre-heat or the salt of distress.
That startled the hulking alpha enough that he turned and scurried from the room just as Diego and Ben had. He stopped once he had gotten over to where both of his brothers were, turning around so that he could watch what was happening after that. Shame burned on his cheeks when he realized that he had been chased out of the tiny closet-room by the lowest member in the pecking order of their pack and the only one of their siblings that didn’t have any powers. Luther was well aware that the only reason Diego wasn’t mocking him for that was because he had bolted as soon as Viktor had started growling and yelling.
“You, get out! Out of my fucking space and away from me,” Viktor growled, the sound stuck in the back of his throat, as he turned towards Allison.
“Viktor,” she protested as she reached a hand out towards him like Klaus was doing, as if that was going to help at all. To her, she got to see some of Viktor’s most vulnerable moments since sometimes he joined her and Klaus when they were giving each other makeovers. She was confused about why he had suddenly changed now, why he was acting like he had hated them when just half a month ago they had all been giggling on Klaus floor while covered in mascara and lip gloss.
He grabbed her wrist and then shoved her out of the door where the others had fled from. Allison whirled around as soon as he had released the appendage with a hurt look on her face, cradling her arm close to her. “Viktor, what is going on with you? The only thing that we said was that we didn’t want you to play your violin right now so that we could study better!”
He snarled at her and for the first time since the entire ordeal had begun to go down, she was able to see something different in her brother. His eyes were normally an even amount of black and brown, changing with the different amount of lighting just as everyone’s did. Now, though, it looked like the brown was slowly being replaced with a silvery white color that was clearer and brighter than the sclera were. Something inside of him had changed, she wasn’t sure what it was or why, but it sent a chill down her spine so hard her whole body shuttered.
Klaus was the only one left in Viktor’s room. As soon as he had seen the way that his brother was reacting to the rest of the pack, he had pulled his scent back into himself. He was prepared to release a soothing scent to try and sate Viktor so that he could calm down and they could talk. It was something that he had to do right after they had given him the flu after getting it themselves and that had caused Viktor to forget his anxiety medication. It wasn’t something that he thought was going to be able to help them in this situation, though.
“Viktor?” he asked, his voice small and nervous in the back of his throat.
“Get the fuck out of my room. I don’t want you here,” Viktor snarled when he noticed the one remaining member of his family still occupying his space. He wasn’t going to tolerate that kind of intrusion anymore, not with the way that they had all been treating him as of late.
“Viktor, we’re both omegas, surely we can talk about this now that all of the alphas are gone. Something is bothering you and you need support through it. I’m here to give that to you,” Klaus pleaded. The weed that was running through his system was probably the only thing that was keeping him from high tailing it out of the room due to the growling and that sharp smell that Viktor’s scent was now saturated with.
“I don’t want anything to do with you. I fucking hate you all and your stupid fucking pack. Now get out!” Viktor pushed at his shoulders as well. Klaus whimpered and placed a hand behind him to catch himself on the desk before he could fall down to the ground. He used that to launch himself out of the door so that he could get away from the other omega as quickly as possible.
Viktor’s door slammed shut, locking all of them out of his space. The rest of the pack, minus Five who was still out on his mission and would be for another two days, stood around uselessly.
None of them were even remotely sure as to what had happened so they had no idea how they were going to help their omega brother. Eventually, they all began to peel off down the hall and return back to their rooms so that they could get studying done before their father found out that they had been going off of their schedule. None of them felt good about having to leave Viktor alone in his room after such a huge display of emotions that had been entirely out of character for him. They all knew, on some level, that there was nothing that they could do to help him since they didn’t even know what was wrong. He had also rejected their attempts to help him so strongly that none of them even wanted to try now.
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Two days later Five came back from the mission that he had been on across the world. He was fairly banged up because he had been taking down all of the bad guys by himself, but he spent the rest of the night after he got home in the infirmary and then was fine. He walked down to breakfast like they always did in the morning and sat down at his spot. He turned his head to look at the chair at the end of the table opposite to where their father always sat as he realized that Viktor wasn’t there.
Speaking during meals was prohibited unless they were practicing for some event that they had coming up so he didn’t try to ask what had happened in his absence until they were released from their seats to get ready for classes. He jogged up to Ben so that they were walking side-by-side down the hallway. “What happened to Viktor? Is he okay?” the alpha asked, his brows knitting together with worry.
The beta sucked in a breath as his eyes darted nervously around the hallway. It was like he was nervous that each of the now knee-height pictures that they passed was going to reach out and strangle him if he told his brother the truth. “Viktor… um, I don’t think he’s well. Do you remember after that training session outside when Dad made us run around for like half an hour and then Viktor was the one that had to read off the instructions?”
“Yes, of course I do,” Five nodded. He had made sure that he spent time with Viktor later that night to try and help the omega feel better after Viktor had been the target of their ire at their father. To him, it was a well known problem with their pack that Viktor would often get blamed for things that he had absolutely no control over.
“Well he was acting weird after that. I noticed that he was spending more time in his room and Allison said that she noticed a couple of her things going missing like they do when Klaus nests after those single-person raining sessions that he has to do with Dad,” Ben explained.
Five could tell that he was waffling and he was beginning to get fed up with it. Viktor was by far his favorite brother even though they technically didn’t have that much in common, and it upset him to think about the pack disrespecting him or hurting him when he had only been gone for a couple of days. “What happened, Ben?”
“That’s the problem, I don’t know. I know that Viktor had been acting weird for a while so when I heard Luther out in the hall with him I came to investigate and stick up for him and then all of a sudden Viktor flipped out. He started growling at us and he actually put hands on Allison and Klaus. I’ve never heard him swear before unless he was reading out loud from a book and I’ve certainly never heard him shout.”
A chill ran down Five’s spine, threading fear and worry into every single fiber of his being. He had spent a lot of time pouring over the health textbook that they had been given when they were twelve because he had wanted to get as much science into his brain as he possibly could. That had resulted in him learning a lot more about biology and pack dynamics that the rest of his siblings had, which might have been why he was able to tell things that they weren’t.
“What did he smell like before you left the room?”
Ben gave him a weird look, brows furrowed together and head cocked to the side. “Pine and rosin, like he always does. Why?”
“No, I need to know if there was any kind of sharpness or if it smelled off in anyway,” Five replied. He had stopped walking through the long, dark hallways of their home towards the room where they did their studying as he waited for the response from his brother. Whatever Ben said next would affect how he treated the entire situation after that.
“Um, kind of sharp? He wears those scent blockers though so I thought that he was just so upset that he had bled through them and that was the synthetic scent that comes as a last resort. Dad made me wear some of them during our last gala,” Ben explained.
Five swore worse than he ever had in his entire life. He tried to reserve those words for when nothing else would fit there since he prided himself in having a very big vocabulary, but the only thing that he could think of was his fear.
“What? What happened?” Ben asked, getting more and more afraid as he saw the reaction that his brother was having.
“Viktor feraled,” was the only reply that he was able to give before he turned on his heel and raced towards the bedrooms. Ben took off after him, dropping the bag that he used to carry his textbooks and homework from his room to the study areas that they had set out in their house.
Once he caught up with the other, he asked, “What does that mean?”
“Do you remember back when we had to pause all of our classes so that we could learn about the differences between the genders and the kinds of things that we might run into during our missions?” Five asked. He had looked into it more after their lesson, which is why it had stuck with him when it had passed over the rest of his siblings’ heads.
“Yeah,” Ben breathed.
“Well there’s something that can happen when an omega is in extreme distress for long periods of time. Generally it happens in abusive mateships or when the packmates of an omega aren’t being good to them. It can also happen after the death of a child or the loss of a pregnancy. It’s not something that there’s a lot of discussion about because it’s seen as kind of shameful and like it breaks the omega,” Five explained. “You said that Luther said something to Viktor and then he just snapped and started pushing people out of his room?”
Ben gave a little nod of affirmation.
“There’s a very high chance that he was actually feraling. If he felt trapped in that stupid tiny room that he has to live in and like the rest of the pack doesn’t want him since none of you self-centered assholes can see the way that he pours his entire self into trying to take care of you when you won’t even give him in the time of day then he feraled,” Five bit out.
The beta next to him almost stopped chasing after him when he could smell the angry tinge on Five’s scent. Guilt began to pool in his stomach as he realized that many of the things that he and Five had discussed the morning before Five had to leave on his mission were said so that Ben would take care of Viktor, something that he didn’t do. He hadn’t been taking care of that member of his pack for a long time, too focused on his own teenage angst and trying to keep Klaus from imploding despite Diego and Allison already doing that as well.
Five stopped short and then whirled around. “I need you to tell me everything that happened while I was gone,” he said, his voice frantic and intimidating. It was clear that his mind was racing with thoughts of what had been happened with his favorite brother and trying to recall all of the information that he had read in their textbook.
“Well he got really up in our faces and was shouting and growling at us. He pushed Luther. You know Viktor isn’t the type of person to put hands on anyone and he actually reached up and shoved Luther. Twice,” Ben explained.
“No, after that, after the feraling. Has he come out to eat anything? Did any of you try to talk to him or get into his room? Mom had to have noticed something was wrong,” Five shook his head.
Ben felt his stomach drop out from underneath him. He had woken up the morning after Viktor freaked out, though he now knew that his brother had feraled, to find Diego in the kitchen with their mother. He was explaining the situation and what had happened to her, which had no doubt changed how the robot was going to deal with the situation. “I… I tried to leave food in front of the door when I thought that I could get away with it but I don’t think that he took any of it. Someone else might have come by and eaten it or thrown it away.”
The alpha in front of him let out a protective growl and Ben flinched back. He had been on the receiving end of several alpha fights since Five had a sharp tongue and a keen eye for people’s insecurities, which Luther had many of. Five was the one that was the closest to becoming the pack’s second or even the pack leader if he was ever inclined to.
Five turned on his foot and then continued the rest of the way down the hall. He got frustrated with how long it was taking and teleported the rest of the way through the house until he was in front of Viktor’s door.
Everyone else had already gone to their daily classes, with the exception of Klaus. The aforementioned omega was allowed to have an extra hour of rest before he had to attend their daily lessons because he had special one-on-one training the night before. He had heard the signature pop that meant Five was warping time and space, so he came to the doorway of his room to watch what was happening.
Five lifted his hand up and rapped on the door to get the attention of the occupant inside. He clenched his jaw when he heard a dark growl emitting from the other side. “Viktor? Can I come in, please?”
It went quiet for a bit and the sharp smell of pine and rosin stopped for just a moment. Klaus watched with wide eyes as the doorknob began to turn and the other omega of the pack was revealed. “What do you want?” Viktor asked, voice tight and mean in the back of his throat.
“To take care of you, omega,” Five whispered. His tone was softer and more tender than anyone in the house had ever heard it be before. Five was usually only sharp edges and cutting words, nothing that could be gentle or caring.
“You weren’t here to take care of me when they were hurting me,” Viktor replied. His hackles seemed to be permanently raised as he stared the alpha dead in the eyes.
Five reached up and brushed his fingers over the side of Viktor’s face in a slow, adoring motion. “You’re right, I wasn’t. And that was wrong of me. I never should have let Dad make me leave and allow them to hurt you like that. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here to protect you and make sure that you were safe. Can you ever forgive me?”
The omega hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over to where Klaus was poking his head out of the other door and Ben was standing at the end of the hall. When he turned back to Five, he grasped the front of the other teenager’s shirt and then tugged him into the room.
Five didn’t even spare his siblings a glance, nor did he care that their father probably saw what was going on and was going to reprimand him for it. No lecture or punishment was too severe when it came to skipping class to make sure that his favorite brother and the omega that he was meant to protect was okay.
Viktor’s room was an absolute disaster. The wardrobe door was popped open to be able to fit all of his music stuff as well as his violin and stand. The desk was littered with textbooks and papers from the assignments that Grace had no doubt slipped underneath his door for him to do on his own. The mattress had been removed from the bedframe and placed on the floor. All of the quilts that Viktor kept in tidy boxes underneath his bed had been arranged on top of it, along with several of his uniforms to build up the walls since he didn’t have proper nesting blankets.
“That’s a very good nest, omega, very comfortable and safe,” Five immediately praised when he finished taking in the space. “Do you want to get in it? I can sit on the other side and be near you so that I’m not in your safe space.”
Viktor considered it for a moment, his bright-white eyes flickering over his room. He stepped over the edge of the nest and then settled down into it with his legs crossed. He patted the space next to him and looked at Five expectantly. The alpha didn’t have to, or want to, be told twice.
He carefully stepped over the edge of the nest after removing his shoes and then sunk down into the same position that Viktor was in. “Omega, do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked.
Viktor pursed his lips and glanced around the nest again. He grasped Five’s shoulder and only then did the alpha realize that he had a bandage wrapped around his hand. When he saw the dark edges of the outer layer and how crumpled it was from Viktor using it, he felt a shudder go down his back and he immediately began to worry about infection.
He let himself be pushed and shoved until he was laying with his head tucked against one wall of the nest and his legs carefully positioned to not touch the other wall and possibly push it off the edge of the mattress. Viktor tucked himself into the alpha’s side with his head protectively nestled against Five’s chest. “They came in and yelled at me. They said my music was bad. You weren’t here. I didn’t feel safe.”
He was speaking clearly but his sentences were short and simplistic, which Five knew was a side-effect of his instincts taking over to protect him from the danger that he viewed to be everywhere. He began to let out a low growl-like purr as he released a soothing scent right into Viktor’s nose. That was something that they had done a couple of times when Viktor had gotten too worried about the pack when they had been on a mission and hadn’t gotten reassurance from the rest of them.
“I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here for you, Vik. I’m never going to let them do something like this to you ever again, alright?”
“Thank you, Five,” Viktor whispered. A lot of the tension that he had been holding in his shoulders began to melt away the longer that they lay together like that. Five wasn’t sure when the last time Viktor slept was, if he had been that wound up and anxious. That combined with his lack of food and water had to be wearing on the omega.
After about half an hour of letting the other teenager to sleep, Five decided that it had been enough for the time being. He wanted to make sure that Viktor would be able to sleep tonight and they had a lot of things to do before then. “Vik, Vik, wake up,” Five murmured as he shook the other teenager awake.
The aforementioned omega let out a tiny whimper and curled further into the alpha that had always protected him. He peeled his eyes open and then tilted his head up so that he was looking at Five. “Thank you, omega,” he whispered with a gentle smile. “I want you to eat something and then we need to rebandage that wound. When was the last time that you replaced the bandage?”
“After I first got it, two weeks ago,” Viktor replied in a soft voice. His eyes were still shining a bright silver but the pupils were beginning to settle back to what they should have been. His tone was also less harsh, which was showing that his hackles were steadily settling as he calmed down in the comfort of Five’s arms.
“Would it be alright if I cleaned that out? I want to make sure that you feel as comfortable and are as healthy as possible,” he whispered. He made sure that his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke so that nothing he was saying could be misconstrued as threatening.
Viktor thought about it for a moment, digging his hand out from where it had been buried between them. He flexed it a couple of times to move the bandage around and thus the wound underneath it. “I guess you can. I have a first aide kit in my drawer.”
“I know where it is, omega,” he smiled gently. He got up from the nest and carefully stepped over the wall so that he didn’t disturb anything. Once he got the first aide kit out, he teleported to the bathroom and got a hand towel with some soapy water as quickly as he could before he came back. “Can I have your hand?” he asked as he settled down at the edge of the nest.
The omega shifted so that he was also sitting and then offered his hand out to his brother. Five removed the bandages and left them in a heap next to them on the ground. He winced when he saw all of the damage that bacteria was already doing to the wounds. It was clear that Viktor had scraped his hand at some point, but the wounds were now a festering yellow color and there were even a couple of abscesses along the bigger cuts.
He shifted forwards so that he could put the omega’s hand down on his leg. He got out one of the needles that they kept in the bag for when someone needed stitches. Usually they let Grace handle that but every so often someone was feeling too nervous to go and ask her for help so they went to Viktor instead. Five made sure that he wasn’t touching the end that was going into Viktor’s skin as he lanced the abscesses and then removed the puss from inside. The hardest part was removing all of the scabs that had formed over the wounds so that he was able to wash out of the debris and infection entirely.
Viktor growled a little bit when the pain began to shoot through him due to what was happening, but he didn’t pull back from Five. He knew that Five wasn’t trying to hurt him as Five had never done anything to hurt him other than go along with the rest of the pack when they returned back inside. It was something that he had forgiven the alpha for a long time ago because Five had reached out to him later that night to take care of him.
As soon as he had gotten all of the puss and infection out, he slathered the scraps in antiseptic and then pressed a piece of gauze to it. He then wrapped fresh ace bandages around it to hold it in place so that the antiseptic could do what it needed to.
“Thank you for letting me do that,” Five said as he handed the appendage back to Viktor. “Would you come down to the kitchen with me so that we can get something to eat and drink?”
“I don’t want to be around them,” Viktor shook his head. His eyes were staring directly out towards the door like all of their siblings were listening to them.
Five nodded. He gathered up the stuff he had gotten out of the first aide kit and put it all back. He straightened out some of the books on Viktor’s desk and sorted through his homework before he teleported down to the kitchen. He made three fluffernutter sandwiches and filled two waterbottles full of water directly from the tap. He warped the space around him before anyone caught him there and began to question him.
When he got back to the room, Viktor had changed into something new instead of the uniform that he had been in since he feraled. The tidying that Five had done on the desk must have made him realize how messy the room was as he had tidied up his wardrobe so that the door could actually close.
Five carefully got into the nest when he was given permission and gave his packmate half of a sandwich. He ate one while Viktor ate two, and they both drank their own bottles of water. He knew that it wasn’t enough for the long run but it was good for the time after Viktor not having anything for days.
They were going to have a long while to go before Viktor finally came out of this and turned back into the person that he used to be, but he would eventually and that was good enough for Five. He could only hope that the rest of their siblings would be willing to put in the effort that they needed to get Viktor to trust them again.
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NEW DASH ICONS !!
I know, I know. Scotty, again? Yep, I decided to make a new icon for each month on my two multi-muse, to give all the muses a spotlight x3 Am I going to regret it? Probably, but in the meantime I like how these turned out!
Respectively:
@thecursedhellblazer - John Constantine, obviously, since he's the only muse on this blog and that's gonna be my icon till I feel the urge to make another one xD
@collidingxworlds - Five Hargreeves, aka my feral old little man
@countlessrealities - Rick & Morty, since they are my main muses on the blog, they get to be the first x3
#(( true seeing stone ::ooc:: ))#(( scotty makes stuff ))#(( relax and work flows just fine. ::queue:: ))
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NEW DASH ICONS !!
I know, I know. Scotty, again? Yep, I decided to make a new icon for each month on my two multi-muse, to give all the muses a spotlight x3 Am I going to regret it? Probably, but in the meantime I like how these turned out!
Respectively:
@collidingxworlds - Five Hargreeves, aka my feral old little man
@thecursedhellblazer - John Constantine, obviously, since he's the only muse on the blog and that's gonna be my icon till I feel the urge to make another one xD
@countlessrealities - Rick & Morty, since they are my main muses on the blog, they get to be the first x3
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